Always the Letter
by Uenki
Chapter One – Hoping to cherish
Dedicated to Xia xue, the evil witch, sakura butterfly.
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Kenshin,
I've a fine day here that includes having a heavy dosage of homework, parents yelling to one another, the shattering sound of Chinas, and a jumpy old me. Ah, not to worried actually, this is all my problems, in your last letter, you mentioned that you are living well in Kyoto, are you planning to come back to Tokyo anytime soon, or are you still keen on wandering around, being a Rurouni?
Sigh, how I keen on having a life of my own, but that's nearly impossible, my parents are filing a divorce, fighting for the custody of me.
Ack, I would rather be to myself than going on with my parents! They do not care for me, you know?! Eww… Well, I am getting albeit a bit jumpy actually…
Ah, the sheer coldness of my family… Well, got to get on my Maths homework, I shall talk – write, to you soon!
Kamiya Kaoru
Signed, 12/2
P.S. Teacher is evil!
She sat on the stool in her bedroom, which sided more to an old attic. Another year is going to pass soon, and she was still here, crumpled up in the stupid, cold, shadowy, old attic. The cup of coffee that was held tight in her hands was now turning cool. Taking in a sip of the coffee, the Goosebumps started popping.
Sighing, she put down her cup of coffee by the side of the desk, pulling her stool closer to the desk, her used-up ink pen clutched in her hand. Looking down on the scribbling on her worksheet, she rolled her eyes in disgust by herself. She, the only daughter of both Kamiya Koshijiro and Kamiya – No, Fumiko Mikoro, could produced such an utterly frowzy piece of work!
She then threw the piece of worksheet in the bin, biting her lips, thinking of excuses for Peoras-sensei, for another copy of the school worksheet.
Throwing off the thoughts, she smiled in glee. Reaching under her bed was a box, a dust-filled box. Dusting off the dust that was pilling up every year, she opened it. The contents inside was neither bedraggled like her clothes, nor it was messy like her piece of work. The contents, which consisted of a battered old book and a glass bottle that was sealed up with a cork. Hugging the box, she smiled despite of the dust that was chocking her, ah, fine memories…
Those were the times that he and a certain Mister. Silly, a red-head with a pair of glittering violet eyes, had spent together… She frowned, before he had to go to Kyoto to help out the roaring war that has killed many.
Fine memories… The promise…
Her heart held dear of a promise that he had made, is that he would be back to Tokyo to meet her once the war is over… But she doesn't know, when he is back, he would be a changed person, with shining amber eyes that was cold to the bone, with no smiles that warms her heart, with blood red crimson hair that was always splattered with blood… With a pair of long sword, that kills.
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"Ba-batt-Battousai!" he shrieked, fear was evident on her forlorn face. The man smirked, her long fiery mane that was tied tight on his head flowed into the air, and his calloused hands held the long sword tight, knowing that blood will be spilled tonight…Slash!
Another obstacle gone, the New World will be created soon… His cat-liked skills had caused him years of training, giving his prey a tendency to fear. The speed that he has was god-liked, even faster than the light. But he detested himself, he detested the moon, but most of all, he detested the white envelope that was held in his hands.
Black envelope symbolizes Death, yet white envelope symbolizes… Desire. She wrote the letter in such a cheery way that disgusted him thoroughly, here he was, pulling the weeds out of the garden, there she was, enjoying a cup of tea and waiting for him to finish his chores.
He hated to hope, he hated to cherish… but he still did anyway. His mind kept drifting back to the times when they were so carefree, where he does not need to have constant vigilance on the war, where he could just rest in his own state of mind, leaning by her side, watching the moon.
That was where he hates the moon. He hated the sphere that was always looking down on his life, following him. The way her moonbeams shot out to him in a friendly nature, seemingly to be smiling at him, mocking him. But he hated the moon with a passion, because "she" loved the moon… A smiled almost escaped his lips, but he did not let it wild, he did not let it free.
He did not reply her if necessary, despite the endless letters that she has sent to her, but he still has the letters by his side.
Ah, the great Hitkori Battousai, a love-struck fool?
He snorted to no one in particular, yes, he could see the headlines now… Despite the countless action he did to stop himself for laughing, he couldn't now, not now, at least. His eyes turned into a shimmering shade of violet, looking around, noticing that no one was near, he chuckled… softly.
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A/N: Yep… sessha can see the headlines now…
Uenki STARTS another NEW fan fiction, abandoning her OTHER fan fictions?!
Hey! No no no! Tell yer the truth, I am stuck in Indulged: LGO, Chappie 24.
Planning on editing Infirnity, cause it's all too messed up.
Did yer notice that I did something to my stories?
Those who have guessed right received a chocolate cookie!
Heh.